The nobles leaned forward. Then came the part where everything unraveled.
"We were rescued by Lady Seraphine," Sir Alex said, inclining his head slightly in my direction. "With her assistance, the prisoners were freed. The iceberg rift destabilizing the region was sealed."
That, of course, caused murmurs.
Immediately.
"How was the rift sealed?" Hector, the High Mage, asked sharply, fingers tapping against the table. His eyes burned with academic hunger. "Ice rifts are ancient constructs. They do not simply close."
I smiled.
Politely. Tiredly. "It was luck," I said. "Pure luck. With help—from my team and the ice-people."
Hector frowned.
General Valen hummed low in his throat, unconvinced.
The king opened his mouth, clearly prepared to ask something much more pointed—but Sir Alex spoke first.
"I have submitted a full written report, Your Majesty," he said smoothly. "Every detail is recorded."
Bless him.
